Mum never knew who Gran spoiled most - her poodle or me. I always wore my black and white shirt to Gran’s. She hated the baseball cap, which at least united her and Mum.
Mum poured me umpteen glasses of “cheering” lime cordial after Gran died. It didn’t work.
As I go home, having laid Mum to rest after an impossible dementia battle, I know lime cordial won’t work now either.